Things that fall because of their own weight
Emotional guarantee does not exist
Maybe the time has come to hit the brakes
Or to enjoy what's bad for me
I don't want the pillow over the head
I don't want to lose contact to reality
Or to be a machine from head to toe
Covered until the storm passes
I am afraid of looking down and slipping
Or of the rope getting cut and falling from here
I don't know since when I'm breaking things
It's strange, nobody came to complain
From the ugliest to the most beautiful things
Now I take them from you and I return them to you
I am afraid of looking down and slipping
Or of the rope getting cut and falling from here
I am afraid of growing, of getting to know myself
But I jump from here, the one who doesn't risk anything doesn't win.